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Face of the franchise: Cleveland Guardians, José Ramírez have an agreement in place on 5-year extension
ARLINGTON, TEXAS - OCTOBER 03: Jose Ramirez #11 of the Cleveland Indians is greeted by teammates after scoring a run in the third inning against the Texas Rangers at Globe Life Field on October 03, 2021 in Arlington, Texas. (Photo by Tim Warner/Getty Images)
By Zack Meisel 1h ago 97
KANSAS CITY, Mo. — Against all odds, conventional wisdom and decades of organizational behavior, the player who struck the long-lasting extension to become the king of Cleveland baseball was José Ramírez. It was the pint-sized teenager who dropped out of school as a pre-teen. It was the guy whose sister teases him because, as she says, she’s the true professional, an architect. It was the guy who blossomed only after a couple of rough years in the majors and an untimely injury to Michael Brantley.
It wasn’t Manny Ramirez or Jim Thome or CC Sabathia or Francisco Lindor who landed the lifetime deal. It was the short, stocky infielder who was never a top prospect, who once kept the seat warm at shortstop for Lindor, who was once Juan Uribe’s underling. It’s the guy who has forged friendships with every teammate from Mike Napoli to Franmil Reyes to Myles Straw, who obliterates anyone foolish enough to accept his Mario Kart challenges. It’s the guy who refuses to find a better-fitting helmet and who last year wore a chain that contained a picture of him wearing said chain.
The guy who received the heftiest contract in team history, the face of a franchise that recently unveiled a new name and brand, is someone the organization originally penciled in for a utility role until he implausibly developed into a lineup cornerstone, a middle-of-the-order power threat who feasts on fastballs, rarely swings and misses, and never caves to a pitcher’s demands. Ramírez, 29, has an agreement in place on a new five-year, $124 million extension, sources told The Athletic, that could keep him in Cleveland through the 2028 season, right around the time he turns 36.
It’s what he wanted all along.
For almost a year, Ramírez and those close to him have voiced his desire to remain in Cleveland for the rest of his career. He doesn’t crave a big market or national attention. He didn’t want to be traded. Cleveland had never handed out a contract larger than the three-year, $60 million commitment they awarded Edwin Encarnacion on the heels of the club’s march to the 2016 World Series. They have long been financially risk-averse under the Dolan ownership, especially after free-agent deals with Nick Swisher and Michael Bourn fizzled.
The Guardians tossed out an initial offer early last week after touching base with Ramírez’s camp about each side’s expectations for a framework. Ramírez’s camp, disappointed in the proposal, submitted a counter. There was an impasse, as the Guardians were uneasy about tying up a considerable percentage of their (paltry) payroll to one player, especially once he reaches his mid-30s. They preferred a four-year extension; Ramírez’s camp, pointing to deals that Christian Yelich, Paul Goldschmidt and others have signed that cemented them as franchise centerpieces, wanted six years.
When Ramírez woke up on Tuesday, the final day of spring training, he decided he wanted to end the stalemate. He called his mom in the Dominican Republic to discuss his situation and to tell her how close he was to securing a nine-figure contract. He called his agent and directed him to find some middle ground with Cleveland’s front office.
Ramírez played in the club’s split-squad game against the Diamondbacks at Chase Field on Tuesday afternoon, before the team flew to Kansas City in advance of their season-opening series. Ramírez exited in the fifth inning, and the negotiating began. Team president Chris Antonetti stopped the team bus, bound for the airport, so they could hash out an agreement. As the team headed east, Ramírez informed his teammates he’d be sticking around for a long time.
When he arrived on the big-league scene nearly a decade ago, Terry Francona referred to him as “Little Shit” for the way he pestered opponents with reckless abandon on the basepaths. Teammates compared him to George Jefferson, citing his carefree strut, a walk he flaunts whether he’s mired in a funk at the plate or soaring toward the top of voters’ MVP ballots.
When Ramírez was 20, he aided Cleveland’s quest for a wild-card spot as a frequent pinch-runner in September. Francona often reminded him he wasn’t invisible, as he ran amok, overslid bases and had little regard for caution. Now, he’s routinely rated as one of the league’s top base runners, a teammate younger players such as Gabriel Arias and Andrés Giménez monitor during games to learn how a player with pedestrian speed can steal so many bases at such an efficient clip.
Only two players, Mike Trout and Mookie Betts, have amassed a higher WAR total over the last six years than Ramírez. He provided all of that value on the league’s best bargain contract, a five-year, $26 million pact that evolved into seven years and $52 million because of his regular appearances as an MVP finalist. His next deal was always going to be exponentially more lucrative. The Guardians knew that.
They also knew they needed to generate some buzz ahead of a new season after a shaky, polarizing rebrand and after a dormant offseason in which they struck out on other spending initiatives, keeping their payroll especially low, despite their insistence it would rise.
This equips the club with a foundation of an all-world third baseman and an annually proficient starting rotation. They can build a lineup around Ramírez with the wave of well-regarded position player prospects who figure to join the fold in the next year or two. Had they not struck an agreement, Ramírez would have been the most popular player on the trade market this summer. Instead, he’s the first face of the Guardians.
— Ken Rosenthal contributed to this story.
(Photo: Tim Warner / Getty Images)
ARLINGTON, TEXAS - OCTOBER 03: Jose Ramirez #11 of the Cleveland Indians is greeted by teammates after scoring a run in the third inning against the Texas Rangers at Globe Life Field on October 03, 2021 in Arlington, Texas. (Photo by Tim Warner/Getty Images)
By Zack Meisel 1h ago 97
KANSAS CITY, Mo. — Against all odds, conventional wisdom and decades of organizational behavior, the player who struck the long-lasting extension to become the king of Cleveland baseball was José Ramírez. It was the pint-sized teenager who dropped out of school as a pre-teen. It was the guy whose sister teases him because, as she says, she’s the true professional, an architect. It was the guy who blossomed only after a couple of rough years in the majors and an untimely injury to Michael Brantley.
It wasn’t Manny Ramirez or Jim Thome or CC Sabathia or Francisco Lindor who landed the lifetime deal. It was the short, stocky infielder who was never a top prospect, who once kept the seat warm at shortstop for Lindor, who was once Juan Uribe’s underling. It’s the guy who has forged friendships with every teammate from Mike Napoli to Franmil Reyes to Myles Straw, who obliterates anyone foolish enough to accept his Mario Kart challenges. It’s the guy who refuses to find a better-fitting helmet and who last year wore a chain that contained a picture of him wearing said chain.
The guy who received the heftiest contract in team history, the face of a franchise that recently unveiled a new name and brand, is someone the organization originally penciled in for a utility role until he implausibly developed into a lineup cornerstone, a middle-of-the-order power threat who feasts on fastballs, rarely swings and misses, and never caves to a pitcher’s demands. Ramírez, 29, has an agreement in place on a new five-year, $124 million extension, sources told The Athletic, that could keep him in Cleveland through the 2028 season, right around the time he turns 36.
It’s what he wanted all along.
For almost a year, Ramírez and those close to him have voiced his desire to remain in Cleveland for the rest of his career. He doesn’t crave a big market or national attention. He didn’t want to be traded. Cleveland had never handed out a contract larger than the three-year, $60 million commitment they awarded Edwin Encarnacion on the heels of the club’s march to the 2016 World Series. They have long been financially risk-averse under the Dolan ownership, especially after free-agent deals with Nick Swisher and Michael Bourn fizzled.
The Guardians tossed out an initial offer early last week after touching base with Ramírez’s camp about each side’s expectations for a framework. Ramírez’s camp, disappointed in the proposal, submitted a counter. There was an impasse, as the Guardians were uneasy about tying up a considerable percentage of their (paltry) payroll to one player, especially once he reaches his mid-30s. They preferred a four-year extension; Ramírez’s camp, pointing to deals that Christian Yelich, Paul Goldschmidt and others have signed that cemented them as franchise centerpieces, wanted six years.
When Ramírez woke up on Tuesday, the final day of spring training, he decided he wanted to end the stalemate. He called his mom in the Dominican Republic to discuss his situation and to tell her how close he was to securing a nine-figure contract. He called his agent and directed him to find some middle ground with Cleveland’s front office.
Ramírez played in the club’s split-squad game against the Diamondbacks at Chase Field on Tuesday afternoon, before the team flew to Kansas City in advance of their season-opening series. Ramírez exited in the fifth inning, and the negotiating began. Team president Chris Antonetti stopped the team bus, bound for the airport, so they could hash out an agreement. As the team headed east, Ramírez informed his teammates he’d be sticking around for a long time.
When he arrived on the big-league scene nearly a decade ago, Terry Francona referred to him as “Little Shit” for the way he pestered opponents with reckless abandon on the basepaths. Teammates compared him to George Jefferson, citing his carefree strut, a walk he flaunts whether he’s mired in a funk at the plate or soaring toward the top of voters’ MVP ballots.
When Ramírez was 20, he aided Cleveland’s quest for a wild-card spot as a frequent pinch-runner in September. Francona often reminded him he wasn’t invisible, as he ran amok, overslid bases and had little regard for caution. Now, he’s routinely rated as one of the league’s top base runners, a teammate younger players such as Gabriel Arias and Andrés Giménez monitor during games to learn how a player with pedestrian speed can steal so many bases at such an efficient clip.
Only two players, Mike Trout and Mookie Betts, have amassed a higher WAR total over the last six years than Ramírez. He provided all of that value on the league’s best bargain contract, a five-year, $26 million pact that evolved into seven years and $52 million because of his regular appearances as an MVP finalist. His next deal was always going to be exponentially more lucrative. The Guardians knew that.
They also knew they needed to generate some buzz ahead of a new season after a shaky, polarizing rebrand and after a dormant offseason in which they struck out on other spending initiatives, keeping their payroll especially low, despite their insistence it would rise.
This equips the club with a foundation of an all-world third baseman and an annually proficient starting rotation. They can build a lineup around Ramírez with the wave of well-regarded position player prospects who figure to join the fold in the next year or two. Had they not struck an agreement, Ramírez would have been the most popular player on the trade market this summer. Instead, he’s the first face of the Guardians.
— Ken Rosenthal contributed to this story.
(Photo: Tim Warner / Getty Images)